A Novel in 300 parts, give or take. Jasfoup the demon uncovers a zombie problem in Laverstone. What do you do when RentoKill refuse to get involved? Dust off your saber, that's what.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 138.08

“You're
not convincing me, Sir.”

“Just get
on with it.” White lifted his stick and poked the robot. It's
inactive, look. It didn't react at all.”

“Or just
didn't feel the need. Perhaps this is the equivalent of confronting a
tank with a helium balloon.”

“Maybe.”
White took a step back and rubbed at his beard stubble with one hand.
“Have you noticed anything odd about this robot, Sergeant?”

“Other
than it's seven feet tall broke out of a stone tomb, you mean? No.”

“It's got
no joints.”

“You're
right. That's weird. Perhaps they're just seamless.”

“But we'd
see the seams, surely? Some line where the knees bend, for example.
And look at those hands. No obvious signs of manipulative ability,
yet we clearly observed it carrying a box of computer parts.”

“Perhaps
it's a skin with the working joints beneath it like a cloth over a
puppet.”

“Damned
funny cloth if you ask me.” White rapped the metal figure with his
knuckles again. “What cloth sounds like metal and doesn't have any
give in it?”

“Perhaps
it's a...Whoa! Watch out, sir.” Peters caught hold of White's arm
and dragged him backwards as the robot jerked into motion. It set off
and a slow walk toward the hiker's path then turned left, crashing
through the simple fence as it it were matchsticks.

White shook
off his sergeant's grip. “I'm fine. Don't just stand there gawking.
Get after it.”

If looks
could kill, White would have been a smear on the grass, thanks to the
expression on Peters's face. White chuckled softly and set off after
them both.